I remember when I was about to graduate from junior high school, I became a target of bullying due to my inferiority and introversion.

At that time, Meng Yan was only in the sixth grade of elementary school.

Once I was cornered in an alley and bullied, slapped.

Meng Yan, brought by my mother to see me, witnessed it.

It was the first time I saw a burst of crimson light in his eyes.

Clearly still young, he could unleash astonishing power, single-handedly beating up those middle school students until they fled in a sorry state.

Later, I graduated from college, and he became an adult too.

I found a job at a law firm, a listed company with good benefits.

After establishing a financial foundation in two or three years, I brought Meng Yan and my mother to live together in my house.

I escaped from that hateful family, allowing my mother and Meng Yan to escape from that abusive man.

Life was going on like this, which was still acceptable.

But one evening when I was returning home from work, I was followed by three thugs.

At the moment they dragged me into an alley, Meng Yan, who came to pick me up from work, happened to see it and rushed over like a madman.

As I was dragged on the ground, my mouth covered, I desperately wanted to tell Meng Yan not to come closer, fearing for his safety because they had knives.

But Meng Yan did not back down, moving as fast as a leopard.

After catching up, he swiftly kicked down the person behind me!

Then he pulled me over, protecting me tightly behind him.

While the man was still down, he directly went over and kicked him in the face, then sat on him, raining punches on the man's face.

As he beat him, he angrily scolded, "How dare you touch my sister? How dare you? Watch me kill you!"

The man on the ground begged for mercy in pain.

The other two quickly surrounded them, and Meng Yan was injured by a knife.

The injury made him even more frenzied, standing up directly to knock down the other two thugs.

His eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging all over his body.

I knew he was having an episode.

During his episodes, he was unrecognizable, instilling fear in people.

In the end, I could only watch helplessly as he beat the man who dragged me into the alley to death.

That was not all; he picked up the knife and brutally hacked the man to pieces.

The other two were not spared either.

I trembled as I watched, not knowing how to react.

It was only when he finished that he calmed down and realized what he had done.

But he wasn't scared; instead, he came close to me, comforting me, "Sis, don't be afraid, they're all dead. Whoever dares to bully you, I will make them pay!"

Seeing him covered in blood still comforting me, I couldn't help but cry out loud, "It's over, Meng Yan, I've killed you!"

He patted my head and said, "You are my best sister, protecting you is my responsibility! Quickly call the police, have them come to my house to arrest me, remember, to my house!"

After saying that, he ran off.

I was completely terrified, so I followed his instructions and called the police.

When the police arrived, I explained everything to them.

I told them that Meng Yan killed those people to save me and that he had schizophrenia.

Then I led the police to Meng Yan's father's house.

When we arrived, we saw his father covered in blood on the ground, unable to get up.

Meanwhile, Meng Yan was still wielding a stick, completely out of control.

The police quickly subdued him and had him undergo a psychiatric evaluation.

The final result confirmed that he did indeed have schizophrenia, and when in a rage, he spared no one, not even his own family, like his father.

Ultimately, Meng Yan was sent to a mental hospital for two years of compulsory treatment.

His father, after being taken to the hospital, survived but would spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair, unable to harm anyone again.

When I visited Meng Yan at the mental hospital, I asked him why he went back home to attack his father.

At the mention of his father, his eyes turned bloodshot.

He said, "I was afraid that after I was caught, he would go and harm you and mom."

After hearing him out, I burst into tears.

Over the next two years, I visited him regularly, never missing a visit.

After two years of separation from the abusive man, my mother finally ended the marriage.

We never looked back at him, nor did we care where he was sent; we just pretended not to know.

During these two years, many things happened, such as my father and his family suddenly moving from the countryside to the city a month ago.

They rented a house near mine, probably upon hearing that I was doing well in the city.

To prevent them from harassing my mother once they found out, I had her move to my villa, planning for the three of us to live there together once Meng Yan was released.

So, Liu Yun had no idea about my mother and Meng Yan's existence.

And I only came back to this large flat occasionally.

But unexpectedly, they still found out about the existence of this large flat of mine.